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((Sand 'n Stuff---> Beach Bar))

Dorian looked back at the beach bar, noticing how many people were running.
If they competitors, that might not be so good for them. Might cause a stomach cramp. But, hey, you never know.
Casually striding inland towards the bar, he noticed a few Raevans had also signed up. Dorian's head spun a bit. Where did the food go? Walking into the bar he saw new Raevans and people also crowding the sign up sheet.
Dorian also saw many of the last minute sign ups.
Sitting down on a lone barstool, he closed his eyes and began to focus and meditate for the taste to come.

((Sand n Stuff))

Slated orbs looked back to the bar where the announcement for the pie-eating contest was blasting from the speakers. She paused a moment, deciding whether she should stay and cheer Aden on, but immediately thought not to start making a cheerleader out of herself. Especially not for someone she hardly knew. Besides, there seemed to be more than enough people around to cheer everyone on.

Looking back to the beach, Ebony couldn’t help, but smile again at the beautiful sight. ’That leaves the beach for me…’ She stepped further away from the hustle and bustle of the bar and slowly closer to the shore. She wasn’t in a hurry, taking her time for once to enjoy the good weather. Amazing how the Lab always seemed to luck out weather wise when they held these sorts of events. Yet she was glad to have the nice weather. The rain always made things horribly miserable like and reminded her way too much of her dreary London.

A flash of white hair caught her attention briefly as she turned to see Aphismet with his brother and a woman with pink hair and glasses. ’That must be the elusive Chloe. They all look to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, it’d be rude to intrude on that.’ Though the purple haired girl didn’t approach, she did however manage a small wave to the group before heading further down the beach. Maybe she’d take a quick dip before lounging out for a while until the limbo contest.

(( Sand n Stuff ))

Jasper floated upwards in a manner which resembled a helium balloon. He bobbed a bit, extending his arms out to stabilize himself. A flutter of his wings sent a small spray of sand flying as he absentmindedly repositioned his circlet properly upon its nest of braids. He grinned in a rather catlike manner as he shook the sand from his hair as well, beads clicking.

“Daaayo,” He said happily, drawing her name out before wrapping his arms around her shoulders and spinning her about in hug. His wings fluttered with a clockwork tick, the corners of his mouth turning up in wry grin, “You look stunning. If you were topless you'd be the mirror image of that poster on Orestae's bathroom wall. Well, the top half anyways,” he complimented, not needing to fake his sincerity.

Stae, meanwhile, plunked her happy a** down at the bar, slicking the sweat from her forehead with the hem of her shirt. “Dude,” she said, looking around for the nearest alcohol-bearing person, “Who does a woman have to suck off to get a dry martini around here?”

(( Beach Bar ))


Stae's hand stopped the bottle with a dull slap, and she wasted no time in lifting the bottle to her lips. It wasn't a dry martini, but really, who cared? Booze was booze, and the man who had provided it appeared to be neither horrifyingly old nor too morally high strung to be a good candidate for a fun time.

Things were looking up.

"Score," she said, taking another swig, "What's your name so I don't accidentally moan the wrong one later?"

(( Beach Bar ))

“Orestae. And yeah,” she half grunted, jerking her thumb towards the floating, joyous half-torso on the beach behind her. “The Egyptian princess back there is mine,” she cast a glance back at Jasper, and was only mildly relieved that he didn’t yet have his face buried in that poor woman’s chest.

“Great for stretching out my sports bra, totally useless when I need someone to play designated driver at Mardi gras. Legless bastards. ”

((Sand n Stuff > Beach Bar))

Just when she had spotted a nice free space not too close to the water’s edge, but close enough she didn’t have to go far, a huge gust picked up and sent Ebony’s cowboy hat sailing across the beach. “No, not my hat! UGH!” Running after to catch it, the violet haired woman stumbled a few times from her sandals getting caught in the sand. Luckily for her, the hat was floating towards the bar, so someone was bound to catch it. It merely sucked that she had managed to find her way back to her starting point so soon.

(( Beach Bar / Sand n Stuff ))

Stae wasn’t much better. As much as Jasper annoyed and infuriated her – she had begun demanding that he wear rubber gloves inside the hosue after he had recenrly electrically overloaded her playstation – she had grown rather fond of the little p***k. She peered at Sevilin thoughtfully, arching one brow after a moment.

“That’s either one flat chested hottie or one pretty a** dude,” she said at length, sliding the bottle back to We’rika and glancing back to her own charge.

Jasper was preoccupied, giggling foolishly as Dayo’s now statically charged hair clung to him. His cheeks sparked a bit as he let his fingers curl into Dayo’s hair. He didn’t bother responding to We’rika verbally, but instead shot him a s**t eating grin and a middle finger behind Dayo’s back in a way that said, ‘My Dayo. Mine.’

“Excuse him,” she grunted, shooting Jasper a look that clearly conveyed that she was going to flush his rings down the toilet again next time he took them off, “You’d think without a lower half it’d be impossible for someone to be such a gigantic d**k.”

[[ Sand n' Stuff -> To Pie Eating Contest place, izzat the Bar? ]]

Bridget had a bemused expression as she traveled along the beach. So many of these things! Half of her wanted to touch a Raevan but, she kept to herself like a good girl. Her wary eye rested on the pair of twins every so often untill she was jerked from her revelry.

"Alright, people, the eating contest is going to start soon! Sign up if you haven't already, and in the meanwhile will the following contestants please start making their way toward the beach bar..."

The twins looked up to look around but they only saw their sister and they waved. She pantomimed that she was going to go eat in the contest to which they merely looked at her, cocking their heads to the side with identical quizzical looks on their faces. She shugged and went back to where she came. They went back to their solitude of playing in the sand.


At the bar it seemed as busy as it was earlier.
"Hey, excuse me, can you tell me where the contest is being held exactly?" Her grin creeped across her face in that nervous tick again. It seemed that she had walked in on something important. And one that involved someone grabbing his own nuts. She looked between the two people, " 'Course, if'n you're, uh, busy... I can go ask someone else." Perhaps it would be a good idea?